A cold day in

If you read yesterday, you know it was 54 degrees, I sat in the sun and had my coffee. Then the front came in. There is snow on the ground now and it was 9 degrees fahrenheit this morning. Tomorrow we have a Winter Storm Watch. Is this like the perfect storm mirror image of politics here?
Yesterday there was hope. A distant glimmer which I predicted would be snuffed by a mac win. As we settled under the heavy comforter our two dogs lay on their beds, outside the windows I could see snow on the ground and hear the wind. It was a cold winter’s night, and rightfully so, it’s Winter.
Unlike the seasons, changes in political landscape never return to their natural state. This Spring will come, I will mow and chop and cut. Flowers will bloom, the hummingbirds will return, the deer will lead their young through the yard on their twice daily march to water. My life will be much unchanged by yesterday. I will struggle to conquer the brush encroaching on “my” space.
For my grand daughter life has changed, and for her children it will never be the same. If I live a long time, it will go on around me. But for those I leave behind life will not be watching the deer, taking a hot tub, or enjoying an afternoon nap. Life will not be so simple.
How do I know? Why all this apocalyptic thinking? History tells me so. Great nations only last 200 years, and they decline. Can we stop this? Probably as much hope as stopping the Ice Age. But we can delay the consequences. Maybe we can be the first nation to have a soft landing.
I have written a couple of e-mails. My next task will be to formulate plan to publicize the “Boycott 08″ theme.